[Warwick Works]

A bus parks right outside the building - gray, nondescript, small, and with an undoubtedly equally-small passenger complement.

A young man, no older than twenty steps off the bus, a small forked tail poking out from under a trench coat. Two small demonic horns protrude from his head, and he wears a set of glasses that look well-maintained. Arthur smiles a little as he heads for the front door, thinking about how good it'd be to get back to his work. "Been a while. Good to be back."